Dimensional Descent

Leonel slowly walked through a thick forest, his bare feet sinking into the nutrient rich soil and making him feel as though he had truly become one with the earth around. Something about the wonderful smells and fragrances in the air made him feel particularly at peace as though nothing in this worlds could stop him.

"HALT!"

The sudden voice was like a clap that should have stunned Leonel out of his odd state. And yet, Leonel himself didn't seem to notice it at all.

His chest rose and fell with a steady cadence, his eyes half closed and his blood gliding through his veins with a silent smoothness.

In that moment, an arrow shot for Leonel. The voice that had spoken earlier was one of the many scouting units on the periphery of this base. Normally, this individual would have shot first and asked questions later, but the appearance of a boy wearing sweatpants in the middle of the forest caught him completely off guard. No matter how he looked at it, Leonel didn't seem like an enemy.

Realizing this mistake, though, the scout no longer hesitated. This reaction was far too weird. Even if Leonel was a 'normal boy', they had most definitely not sent any 'normal' people here to attack Earth, so it was clear and obvious that no matter what, he wasn't one of theirs. In that case, he would attack first.

But the result was completely out of his expectations.

Leonel, who had been leisurely walking at a pace that hadn't deviated for even a moment came to a sudden stop. If things continued like this, the arrow would miss him entirely.

The scout was taken off guard. But, he quickly recovered. He realized that his intuition was correct, Leonel couldn't possibly be a normal individual.

features as his finger curled upward. There was a reason he was chosen to be a scout. Not only was his Internal Sight powerful, but his

pierce Leonel's chest, but it could definitely tear a hole through his

some panic or sudden movement in those

CLANG!

through Leonel's sweatpants and seemed to have pierced him. But, not even

sun hanging high in the sky, partially masked

slight wind whipped by, pressing Leonel's already tight compression shirt even more firmly onto his body. The outline of his torso made it obvious that his already toned

directly toward the scout in the distance. The metallic tip trembled as the scout

loomed over him,

"ENEMY ATT—!"

PCHU!

arrow closed the distance. His voice came to an abrupt

for but a moment before the blaring signs of horns raged through the trees.

seem to notice the noise at all, his finger beckoning

changing direction abruptly and shooting off into the distance. Once after another, cries muffled by the blaring sounds of

points on the planet, Leonel didn't choose to stay back on the defensive. Instead, he chose to